i realize now this is why i do what i do...
before working at teach my people i was unaware of the ghetto that lies amidst the richness of pawleys island... it's not even the appearance of these homes, it's what fills them, or the lack thereof, that gives me my purpose...
when i was about ten years old my dad took me to street reach ministries to serve spaghetti and meatballs to the homeless there...
the food was good and i remember how glad they were to get that hot meal...
but what has stuck with me all these years was the image of that one large room, lined with single mattresses... women with their children and no place else to go.
i came home and cried..
i couldn't understand why i should have a nice big bed and comfy covers and more than i could ever need or want, and they literally had nothing.
it didn't make sense then, and honestly, it still doesn't...
the Bible says there will always be poor among us...
what is that about?
...so we can appreciate what we have?
...so we can learn to give and be grateful?
...is it simply a cycle of ignorance or lack of resources?
